Date: Sun, 10 May 2015 19:30:05 -0500
From: 1967author@gmail.com
Subject: My Cousin Danny Part Seven

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My Cousin Danny (Part Seven)

	We spent the day going from one activity to another. We swam. We
fished. We played two on two wiffle ball. We played "Volleybardment," a
game we had invented and that was a combination of volleyball and
bombardment. Like volleyball, it was six on six. Like bombardment, you were
out if a ball hit you other than on the hand as part of a "volleyball
move."

	We ate hot dogs. We drank beer. We had a permissive family. If your
voice had changed, you could drink beer.

	We had an awesome day. It was almost enough to distract me from the
promise of "tonight." Almost.

	When the day's activities were over, Danny, Bobby, Billy, and I
went to the creek and smoked all the pot that was left. By the time we were
done, we were baked. Apparently, Danny was as curious as I was about what
had happened the night before, if anything, when Bobby and Billy had gotten
back to their tent.

	"You guys fuck each other last night?"

	Bobby was horrified by the question. "No, we're not fags?"

	Danny was relentless. "Suck each other?"

	Again, "we're not fags."

	"What you are is closed minded. And, that's too bad. Because you
miss out on a lot when your mind is closed to new experiences." With that,
Danny got up, looked at Bobby and Billy, took my hand, and said, "I'm
horny. Let's go to bed." We walked away. We did not look back to see the
looks on Bobby's and Billy's faces as we did. I suspect they looked like
Edvard Munch's "The Scream."

	Once we were in the tent, Danny zipped it shut, turned on his
transistor radio, and produced a heretofore concealed joint. We smoked it
as we undressed each other.

	"Tonight, it's all about dick control. No coming."

	Danny kneeled in front of me, took my dick in his mouth, and
started slowly sucking me. Almost immediately, I was ready to come. Danny
must have felt my orgasm approaching, as he pulled off when I reached the
edge. Once my orgasm had receded, he took me back in his mouth and started
sucking again. I held off a little longer this time, but not much. Danny
stopped again and let my orgasm recede. He repeated the exercise over and
over, ten, twelve times, for God knows how long. He was teasing me. I
finally could not take it any longer. The next time I thought Danny was
about to stop, I grabbed his head, buried my dick in his mouth, and
unloaded down his throat.

	When he pulled off, he complimented me. "You did better than I
expected. That's dick control. You don't come when you can. You come when
you need. If you want to be good at sex, you'll not only control you own
orgasm, you'll control you partner's. So, suck my dick, but don't let me
come until you want me to come."

	Danny stood up, and I kneeled in front of him. I took his dick in
my mouth.

	"Hold my balls while you suck me. That way, you will be able to
feel my orgasm before it hits you in the face."

	I took hold of his balls. I started sucking him. The first time I
felt his balls clench, I pulled off and swirled my tongue around the head
of his dick. When I thought it was safe, I started milking him again. As
before, when I felt his balls clench, I pulled off and swirled my tongue
around the head of his dick. I kept doing that until I could not wait for
his load any longer. That time, when I felt his balls clench, I gripped
them tight and took him into my throat as far as I could. When I did, Danny
gasped and unloaded. I held him in my throat as I felt his dick twitch over
and over, releasing the rest of what he had. I dragged my teeth gently up
the shaft of his dick as I pulled off, stopping to nibble on his overly
sensitive head.

	When we were finished, Danny told me I was a good student. "When
you sex someone, you should not come until you need to, and they should not
come until you let them."

	I was puzzled. "If that's so, isn't there a conflict. What if the
other person won't let me come, even when I need to."

	"Then you are having awesome sex."

	******

	When we awoke the next morning, Danny announced he had one more
thing to teach me. He pulled my underwear off, and then his. Once we were
naked, he laid us down head to toe, and took my dick in his mouth. His dick
was right in front of my face, so I took it in my mouth. We were soon
sucking each other in rhythm, in what I would later learn was a "wicked
69."

	I was intent on practicing dick control. When I felt I was getting
close to popping, I'd stop sucking Danny, and he'd follow suit. We were
edging each other back and forth. I do not know how long we went on like
that, but it was long enough that I feared I would not be able to come once
I needed to.

	My fear was misplaced. Danny and I were responding perfectly to
each other. When I was needed to go, I did not have to say or do
anything. I just sucked him harder. He responded by sucking me harder. We
started to come at the same time and then kept sucking and coming and
sucking and coming until we were dry.

	When it was all over, Danny rolled me onto my stomach and lowered
himself onto me. He whispered "you're an excellent student in my ear"
before he kissed and licked my neck, my shoulder blades, my sides, my back,
and my ass checks. He stalled there, then spread them and started tossing
my salad. I spread my legs to give him all the room he wanted or needed. He
took advantage and devoured me. When I could not take any more, he
penetrated me with his tongue and started to tongue fuck me. He knew what
he was doing, because it was a matter of moments before I pleaded for him
to "fuck me."

	Danny was happy to oblige. He slipped right in and started sliding
slowly in and out of me. I was in heaven. I was accustomed to him, and he
knew how to work me from the inside out.

	Danny exercised expert dick control, speeding up and slowing down,
bringing himself to the edge and then retreating.

	"I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it any more."

	"I'm almost there."

	"You're not even close."

	He kept teasing and testing me. He would take himself so close that
I was certain I could feel his cum start to fill me, then he would slow to
a stop, recover, and re-start the assault on my ass. He went on and on and
on. By the time he needed to come, I was exhausted, jelly beneath him and
unable to offer any assistance or resistance.

	"I want you to see this load," he said, pulling out and raising up
to give me room to flip over. He was straddling me when he came, drenching
me in the biggest load I had ever seen. When he had come all he could, he
sat back on his heels, wrecked. I was covered in his cum.

	I scrambled out from under him and took him in my mouth, milking
whatever cum remained from his dick and sucking as much as I could off of
it. To my surprise, Danny stayed hard. As I milked him, I felt his hand on
the back of my head, and then another, much smaller load filling my
mouth. Danny had come again. I had not known men could do that.

	Danny forced me off his dick when he could not take any more. My
dick was as hard as it had ever been. I had never been as turned on as I
was.

	"What do you want?"

	"I want to fuck you?"

	"What?"

	"I want to fuck you."

	"Don't tell me. Show me."

	I pushed Danny backward. I hooked his legs over my shoulders. I
lined myself up and slammed into him. I started hammering him. I was needy
and hungry and horny and 15.

	"Dick control."

	"Not now."

	"Yes, now," Danny said, as he grabbed my hips with his hands and
stopped my thrusts. "Dick control."

	I tried to repeat what he had just done to me. I'd fuck him slowly,
speeding up only when I could not stay slow. When I got close, I stopped
and thought of something totally unhinged until my orgasm receded into my
gut. Then, I'd start all over again, slowly building toward an orgasm I
could not let myself have.

	"When you're ready, let me know."

	"I'm ready."

	"It's too soon."

	I kept fucking Danny. I lowered my face to his, but there was no
kiss to be had. When I raised myself back up, I noticed there was sweat in
his hair and on his chest.

	Before long, I insisted, "I need to cum." When I did, Danny pushed
me off of him, flipped me over on my back, and straddled me. As he slid
down on my dick, he said "watch your dick fuck me" and started riding
me. The combination of watching my dick in his ass and feeling his ass
around my dick was overwhelming, and I quickly cried "I'm going to come."
When I did, Danny pulled off and started jacking my dick. I covered myself
with the biggest load I had ever shot. My orgasm started in my gut, moved
to my balls, and then traversed the shaft of my dick until my entire body
was tingling with pleasure and sweat."

	When I was done, I curled up in a ball. Danny curled up behind me.

	"That, little man, is the product of dick control. Huge
orgasm. Huge load."

	We recovered in a ball. When the sweat dried, I grabbed my watch to
check the time. It was 11:30. We had been sexing for 3 hours.

	When we emerged, our tent was the only one still up. We had missed
breakfast. Most of the cars were packed. I was not sure what my parents
thought was going on in our tent all morning, but I was pretty sure I was
going to get asked on the three hour drive home.

	I was wrong. On the drive home, my parents said almost
nothing. About a half hour from the house, my step-father said "your mother
and I love you, no matter what you do or who you do it with."

	I was mortified. They obviously knew Danny and I had been fucking
in our tent that morning. I tried to deflect them.

	"What if I become a homosexual drug dealer?"

	"We'll be happy for you, if that's what makes you happy."

	"You're lying."

	"I would say 'try us,' but I don't want you to become a drug
dealer."

	I noted that he had not mentioned "homosexual."

	"What do you want me to become?"

	"A man."

	"What kind of man?"

	"The man you were made to be. The man we raised you to be. The man
you know you should be."

	I decided to let it drop. I did not want to look a gift horse in
the mouth, and I was pretty sure my step-father had just told me he was
okay if I wanted to fuck men. And, I did.

*****

	No matter how hard I tried, I did not see Danny for months after
the reunion. In fact, I did not see him until the family Thanksgiving. When
I did, he had a knockout blonde on his arm. Her name was Candi, which in
and of itself was more than ridiculous. Danny introduced us. "Little man,
this is Candi. Candi, this little man is my favorite cousin,
Jason. . . . Jason, Candi and I are getting married."

	I was stunned. How the hell could he be marrying a woman only three
months after sexing me into adulthood? And, he was only 18, which I thought
was way too young to be married.

	I soon found out how. Candi was pregnant, and she claimed Danny was
the father. She looked like a girl who might not know.

	I left the family Thanksgiving in tears, walking the 16 blocks to
our house. Before the rest of the family got home, Danny knocked on our
door. I opened it still in tears. Danny stepped inside, but did not sit
down.

	"Look, little man, I told you I'm not gay. You are. I'm not. What
we did was fun, but it was a lark for me. I taught you how to fuck, and I
feel good about that. I also taught you a little bit to be who you are, and
I feel great about that. That's for you, though, not me. Now that you know
what you're doing, you need to find a nice boy your own age to teach what I
taught you."

	Before Christmas break, I did what I was told. I was working late
in the tutoring lab with our point guard, Evan Thomas, and he offered me a
ride home when we were finished with his Chemistry assignment. So, I loaded
my bike into the back of his beat up truck and climbed in the cab. As we
drove home, Evan asked me if I wanted to get high. I said sure. Evan parked
at the end of my street and rolled a joint. We smoked half of it in the cab
before Evan suggested we move to the bed. Once we were in the bed, Evan
asked if I knew how to shot-gun. I did not, so Evan told me to put the
joint between my lips. As I always do, I did what I was told. Evan lowered
his mouth to mine until our lips were touching, pursed his lips around the
joint, and blew the smoke from the joint through it and into my mouth as I
took a long hit. I swallowed all I could and held it in. When our lips
parted, Evan pulled the joint from mine with his, spit it out, and then
lowered his lips back to mine. Instinctively, I released the smoke into his
mouth. He breathed in, but did not pull away. As I had been taught, I
slowly opened my mouth, and our tongues started slowly to fight against
each other. Before long, they were aggressively fighting each other, and
our hands were all over each, grabbing and pulling and pressing and
squeezing as our tongues continued to take out their aggression on each
other. Over the rest of my sophomore year, Evan learned everything Danny
had taught me. But, that's a different story . . . .